Watch out your virtue
As you looking a mirror
Par circumscribes you.
Categories:
circumscribes, character, culture, humanity, introspection,
Form: Haiku
“The presence of a long-term, conscious goal has helped me maintain stability through the ubiquitous changes of over half a century.”
quote by Mary Craig
Ubiquitous is a fixed measure
of dirty dishes, meals and laundry;
working moms miss out on their leisure.
Days and nights seem set on chronic pause.
Boredom, loneliness, and arthritis
barricade the lives of our grandmas.
For our children, ubiquitous means
constant homework, chores and discipline,
unrelenting on into their teens.
Non-stop updates in technology
and global politics stress adults.
Know change circumscribes ubiquity.
Faith too is of a timeless essence.
Without end, God remains in control;
ubiquitous, His omnipresence.
November 4, 2022
Contest: Writing Challenge – Unburden a “U” word
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
circumscribes, 11th grade, change, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Harsh! The asphalt sac circumscribes my spirit
drowning the spectacle of sapphire ambiance
That whirls a blue crush over my suntanned face,
whose temples are rippling with shimmering grin
And ,merry bustling the spontaneous chills smothering
my qua-spirits yet spray a fiery furnace of detesting
Scandinavian epidermal whimpering over my incongruous
antics with the talismanic chemist ritualistically rebirthing
my vexed spirit chaffed away with enduring rejection of
a taciturn corps that writhed aggravatingly for it dresses
a being that is obvious of a race,say human identity....
Categories:
circumscribes, death,
Form: Burlesque
in our measure of time
there are curious circles filling our days,
numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights,
heavens moguls of tribulation 'n plight,
that give or take away --
the indifference of time that measures man,
in cycles round 'bout heavens span,
meted out in lines that grid the world
in constant sorrow, Saturn stuttered,
disappearing today in some further loss of tomorrow,
yet we also know that ticking clocks in circles go,
'til time enough for love is lost to reasons chains and at what cost;
the God of Time in cycles go, around, about, a-circling slow, fast re-turned,
they come, they go, there's time enough for love you know.
though I spend my time,
scanning the horizon with my mind's eye,
seeking the curve of her Venus belt,
a circumference of sunset reds spanning the sky, she is on the face of it,
a timeless piece, a swinging pendulum of rhythms sway,
a clock that circumscribes my day,
and in the sanctity of the night, rolling
on a sweat-slippery field of red-ocher bliss and
kissing with the same kiss, it's just then
as I watch her rest,
time stops
and takes my breath away
Categories:
circumscribes, allegorytime,
Form: Dramatic Verse
in our measure of time
there are curious circles filling our days,
numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights,
heavens moguls of tribulation 'n plight,
that give or take away --
the indifference of time that measures man,
in cycles round 'bout heavens span,
meted out in lines that grid the world
in constant sorrow, Saturn stuttered,
disappearing today in some further loss of tomorrow,
yet we also know that ticking clocks in circles go,
'til time enough for love is lost to reasons chains and at what cost;
the Gods of Time in cycles go, a-round, a-bout, a-turning slow,
fast re-turned, they come, they go,
there's time enough, for love you know.
though I spend my time,
circling the horizon with my mind's eye,
seeking the curve of her Venus belt,
a circumference of sunset reds,
surrounding the sky, she is on the face of it,
a timeless piece, a swinging pendulum of rhythms sway,
a clock that circumscribes my day,
and in every second of my nights,
a tick to my tock that ne'er quits
nor ever is passe'
Categories:
circumscribes, allegory, life, loss, lovetime,
Form: Light Verse
Lord, these oak woods
are more beautiful than anything
they’ve built with stucco
and wrought-iron
on the hill’s opposing side.
I’d love to live here, Lord,
among your grasses. But I wince
at every shovel-stroke. I know
the first fence circumscribes
the grace of summer-tide.
Who keeps a gate on Nature?
The frogs that swell their song
at evening, or the breeze in pines?
Every night, Earth twists
beneath us. Lord, with us abide.
Categories:
circumscribes, devotion, nature, places,
Form: Free verse